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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.