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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.