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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.