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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.