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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.