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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.