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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Slave,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.