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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 808 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.