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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.