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 Libya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Josef K,
DNA,
John Cale,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.