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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.