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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Index,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.