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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.