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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Slackers to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.