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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.