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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.