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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.