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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Crime,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.