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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.