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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.