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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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 Sound,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.