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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Pole,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.