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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.