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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Can,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.