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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.