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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Organ,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.