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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.