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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Can,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.