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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.