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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Nas,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.