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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.