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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.