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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.