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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Trojans,
the Normal,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.