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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
MC5,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
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.