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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.