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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Nico,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.