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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.