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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Erasure,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.