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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.