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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.