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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.