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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.