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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.