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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.