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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.