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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.