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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.