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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Intrusion,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.