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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.