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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.