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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.