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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.