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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Faust,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.