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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.