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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.