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 Guatemala 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 1970.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.