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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.