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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.