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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.