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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Fear,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.