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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.