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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Smog,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.