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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.