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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.