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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.