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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.