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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
ABC,
Jandek,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.