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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.