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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.