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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.