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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.