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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
UT,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
New Order,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.