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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.