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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.