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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.