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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.