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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.