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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.