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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.