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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.