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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Swans,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.