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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.