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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.