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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.