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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.