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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.