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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.