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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
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.