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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.