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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Flipper,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.