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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
ABC,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.