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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
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.