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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.