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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.