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 China 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.