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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.