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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.