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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.