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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.