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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.