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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
UT,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.