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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.