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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.