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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.