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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.