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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.