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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.