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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.