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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.