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 Malawi 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.