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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.