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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.