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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.