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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.