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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.