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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.