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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.