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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Monolake,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.