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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.