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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.