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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.