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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.