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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.