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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.