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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.