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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.