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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.