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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.