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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.