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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.