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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.