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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.