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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.