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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.