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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.