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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.