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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.