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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
The Doors,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.