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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.