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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.