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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Visage,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.