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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.