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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.