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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.