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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.