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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.