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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.