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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.