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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Gong,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.