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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.