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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Can,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.