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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
X-102,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.