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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Index,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.