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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.