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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Fear,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.