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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.