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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.