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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.