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 Grenada and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.