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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.