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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.