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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Neu!,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.