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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.