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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Television,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.