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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.