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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.