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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.