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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.