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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.