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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
John Lydon,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.