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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.