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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.