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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.