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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.