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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
The Zeros,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.