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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.