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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.