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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.