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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.