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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.