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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.