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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.