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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.