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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
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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.