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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.