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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.