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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Smog,
Yellowson,
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.