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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.