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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.