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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.