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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.