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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.