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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.