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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.