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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Excepter,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.