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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.