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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.