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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.