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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.