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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.