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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Hoover,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.