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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.