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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.