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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.