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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.