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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.