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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.