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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.