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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.