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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.