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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.