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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.