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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Index,
The Victims,
Index,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.