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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.