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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
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.