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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.