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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
UT,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.