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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Aswad,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.