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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.