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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
X-101,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.