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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.