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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.