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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.