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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
ABC,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.