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 Israel 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.