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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.