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 Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.