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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.