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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Remains,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.