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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.