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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.