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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.