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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.