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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.