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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.