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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.