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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Althea and Donna 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.