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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Crime,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.