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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.