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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
the Swans,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.