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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.