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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.