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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.