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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.