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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.