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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.