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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.