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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.