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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.