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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.