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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.