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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.