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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.