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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.