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 France and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.