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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.