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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.