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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Nas,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.