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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.