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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.