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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.