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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.