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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Visage,
Faust,
JFA,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.