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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.