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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.