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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Swans,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.