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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.