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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
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.