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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Five Americans 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.