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 Gabon and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Visage,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.