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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.