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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
MDC,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.