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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.