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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.