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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Smog,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.