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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.