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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.