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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.