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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.