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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.