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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.