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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.