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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.