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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.