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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.