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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.