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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.