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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.