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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
10cc,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.