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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.