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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.