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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.