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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.