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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.