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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.