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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.