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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.