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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Index,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.