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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.