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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.