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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.