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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.