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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.