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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Index,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.