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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.