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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.