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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott 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 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.