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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.