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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Skatalites to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Cure,
The Move,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.