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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.