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 France and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.