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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.