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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.