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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.