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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.