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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.