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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.