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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.