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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Rakim,
10cc,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.