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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.