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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Technova,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.