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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Oneida,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.