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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Nas,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Index,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.