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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Visage,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.