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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Organ,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Wire,
X-102,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.