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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.