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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Skriet,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.