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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.