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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.