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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.