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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.