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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.