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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.