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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.