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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.