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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.