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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Slave,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.