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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.