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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.