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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.