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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.