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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.