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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.