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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.