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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.