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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.