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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.