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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
the Association,
ABC,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.