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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.