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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.