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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.