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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.