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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.