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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.