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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.