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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.