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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.