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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.