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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.