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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.