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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Sandy B,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Can,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.