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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.