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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Magma to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.