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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.