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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.