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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.