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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.