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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.