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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.