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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
MDC,
The Names,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Litter,
Slave,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.