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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.