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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.