Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.