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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Saints,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.