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 Singapore 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 Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.