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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slave to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.