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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Index,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.