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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.