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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.