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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.