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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.