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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.