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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.