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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.