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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.