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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.