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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.