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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.