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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Nico,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.