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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.