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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.