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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.