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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.