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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.