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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.