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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.