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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.