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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.