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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.