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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s 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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Index,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.