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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.