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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.