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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.