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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Wire,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.