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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.