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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.