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 North and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
UT,
Shoche,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.