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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.