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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.