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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.