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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.