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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.