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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.