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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.