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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
AZ,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.