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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.