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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.