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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.