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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.