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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.