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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.