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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.