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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Excepter to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.