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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Gong,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.