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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.