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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.