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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.