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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.