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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.