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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
The Move,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.