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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Wings,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.