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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.