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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.