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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.