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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.