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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.