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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.