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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.