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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.