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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.