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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.