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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.