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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.