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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.