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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Ossler,
Smog,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.