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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
cv313,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.