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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.