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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.