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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.