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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.