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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.