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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.