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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.