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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.