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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.