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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.