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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Gong,
AZ,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.