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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.