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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.