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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.