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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.