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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.