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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 AZ 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Slave,
the Swans,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.