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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.