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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.