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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.