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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.