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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.