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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.