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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.