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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.