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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.