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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.