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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.