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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.