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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.