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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.