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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.