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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.