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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.