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 Finland 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.