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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.