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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.