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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.