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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.