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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Swans,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.