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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.