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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.