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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
The Move,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.