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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.