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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.