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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.