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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.