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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.