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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.