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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.