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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.