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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Monks,
June Days,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.