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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Organ,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.