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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.