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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Move,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.