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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.