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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.