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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Offenders to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.