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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.