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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
AZ,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.