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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.