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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Can,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.