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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.