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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.