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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.